Chapter 2482

Old Huang smiled slightly, took a handkerchief out of his pocket in a leisurely manner, wiped the corners of his mouth, folded it up, and put it back into his pocket: "Old Song, your Song Rong has been pursuing my granddaughter, right?

My Xiaoyun is famously beautiful and is currently studying for her doctorate. She has the looks and the culture; she can be called both talented and beautiful. In addition, she is a first-class athlete on the national martial arts team.

And your Song Rong, besides relying on family help to earn some stinking money, tell me, what other advantages does he have? Height 165, weight 561, as thick as a vat and not as tall, only seeing the butt and not the waist, and he actually has the face to pursue my granddaughter?"

"You're farting!" Old Song was so angry that his beard and eyebrows were twitching, and he retorted loudly: "My Song Rong is 1.78 meters tall and weighs less than 160. How did he become as thick as a vat and not as tall, only seeing the butt and not the waist in your mouth?

And he has already become a company commander in the army; he just transferred back to do business to respond to the country's call and contribute to the country's economic construction. Although the family did give him a little help, that was all within the scope permitted by policy. Song Rong was able to achieve today's success entirely by his own ability."

Old Huang curled his lips slightly, revealing an extremely contemptuous expression, and said with disdain: "Just a little help?"

"Just a little!" Old Song was so angry that he threw the half-eaten fried dough stick in his hand hard into the plate, accompanied by a crisp "slap": "It's just that little bit, believe it or not, if you don't believe it, go investigate yourself!"

"I'm too lazy to investigate." Old Huang had a smile on his face that could anger people to death and said slowly: "Anyway, your grandson wanting to marry my granddaughter is absolutely impossible; there's no way at all."

"Old Huang the Evil!" Old Song pointed at Old Huang's nose and scolded: "You old stubborn, what era is it now? Free love has long been advocated, why is your thinking still so feudal?

It's a pity you've been in education all your life and claim to have students all over the world. I think you're just an old bastard who misleads children, and I don't know how many children you've harmed!"

"Old Song the Crooked!" Old Huang said unhurriedly: "You don't need to be angry. Wanting to marry my granddaughter, it's not impossible."

Hearing Old Huang's words, Old Song's tightly stretched face instantly relaxed, the anger on his face disappeared like clouds blown away by the wind, and he quickly replaced it with a fawning smile.

Then he picked up the half fried dough stick in a leisurely manner, took a light bite, and said while chewing: "Old Huang, what are you saying? How could I be angry? Tell me, what are your conditions?"

Old Huang lowered his head to eat a mouthful of tofu pudding, then slowly raised his head and said unhurriedly: "Hmm, the sauce for this tofu pudding seems a bit salty."

The smile on Old Song's face disappeared instantly as if it had been suddenly pulled away, and he said in a rough voice: "Say what you have to say, stop talking nonsense."

Old Huang sighed, shook his head, and said: "Look at you, I advised you to read more books when you were young, but you just wouldn't listen. You're so old now, and your speech is still so vulgar."

Old Song's face turned blacker and blacker, and the veins on his forehead were faintly visible; he looked quite angry.

Old Huang acted as if he didn't see Old Song's reaction and continued to speak to himself: "My Xiaoyun is a highly educated intellectual, cultured and well-bred. If she were to become the granddaughter-in-law of an old guy like you, who is vulgar and unbearable, and listen to your foul language all day, how much would her ears be polluted? How could she stand it!"

"Old Huang the Evil!" Old Song said with a black face, glaring fiercely at Old Huang, gritting his teeth: "As long as Xiaoyun is willing to marry Song Rong, I'll hang myself on the day they get married. Do you think that will work?"

"Tsk!" Old Huang clicked his tongue, looking at Old Song with a smile: "No need, I'm just stating a fact, letting you understand how bad your family's living environment is and how much grievance my granddaughter will suffer after marrying over. So, my requirements are not low; you have to be mentally prepared."

Old Song snorted and said impatiently: "Less nonsense, state your conditions!"

Old Huang looked at the main gate of the Woolen Mill. It was work time, and people were coming and going at the gate, very lively.

"Look, Zhou Andong became the richest man at a young age and also acquired Sony shares, becoming Sony's fourth-largest shareholder in one leap. Now, he has also become the factory director of the Woolen Mill. Although he can't be said to be the youngest department-level cadre in our country, he is definitely one of them, and his future is absolutely limitless. Therefore, my most ideal grandson-in-law is naturally Zhou Andong."

"Ha!" Old Song finally got the chance, a mocking smile appeared on his face, and he said bluntly: "Old Huang the Evil, hurry up and put away your little thoughts. Zhou Andong is the Jian family's son-in-law, and they already have children, so stop daydreaming."

Old Huang shook his head lightly: "I'm not thinking about Zhou Andong, and I don't dare to. I'm just saying Zhou Andong is the most ideal candidate for a grandson-in-law, not that I want him to really be my grandson-in-law."

Old Song's eyes twitched violently: "Then what do you mean? Don't play games with me."

"Isn't that kid Song Rong also doing business?" Old Huang smiled slightly: "I think he still has potential, but I also know that it's too difficult to make him the second Zhou Andong; it's an almost impossible task.

So, I won't make things difficult for you. As long as Song Rong's career can reach half of Zhou Andong's and the enterprise can successfully go public, I will agree to let my Xiaoyun marry him. Anyway, Xiaoyun is currently studying for her doctorate, and Song Rong is very busy every day, so it's not a big problem to wait a few years before getting married."

Old Song's eyeballs rolled around, and the anger on his face disappeared in an instant, replaced by a full face of smiles. The speed at which this old fox changed his face was simply more unpredictable than the rain in July; it rained when it said it would, and stopped when it said it would, without any warning.

"Old Huang the Evil, that kid Song Rong definitely can't do what you asked. However, if you can relax the conditions a little bit, I can consider owing you a favor."

Old Huang looked at Old Song with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, then stretched out three fingers and said unhurriedly: "Three favors."

Old Song said unhappily: "Old Huang the Evil, don't be too greedy!"

Old Huang tore off a piece of fried dough stick, stuffed it into his mouth, and ate it with relish: "What you said also makes sense. Now that free love is advocated, I really shouldn't set such harsh conditions and set so many obstacles for the children. But, you have to show some sincerity, right?"

Old Song glared at Old Huang. Although he was a bit reluctant, for the sake of his grandson's lifelong event, he could only grit his teeth, slap the table, and say: "Good, I owe you three favors. Is that okay now!"

This old man, for the sake of his grandson's lifelong event, had really gone all out.

"It's a deal." A smug smile appeared on Old Huang's face: "If you old guy dares to go back on your word, don't blame me for turning against you."

Hearing Old Huang's words, Old Song snorted disdainfully: "You old thing, you said so much, isn't it just wanting me to owe you three favors?"

"You know it." Old Huang didn't feel any embarrassment after being exposed; instead, he admitted it very readily and said smugly: "Old Song the Crooked, is this a case of one willing to hit and the other willing to be hit?"